honestly it's fascinating.
one thing I love about men is the way they gossip.
the threads app sends me the most retarded notifications 🤭
ways to keep a man:
- demand a ring or threaten to unalive yourself (Harry Winston or death amirite)
- threaten to kim k yourself (to make the woman he actually loves mad)
- threaten to reveal corporate secrets (perhaps too many monkeys died and it's sad)
- threaten to reveal future plans (he wanted his cars in Russia right before the war started)
- threaten to expose family secrets (dad will do that all in his own)
- threaten to expose the family business (the inverse of whatever it was they did to me)
- use a baby for child support and the right to nag him forever (standard Povich behavior)
- play into his delusions (yes baby you must Genghis Khan this planet back to life)
- glaze him (they all get tired of this, sadly)
- create a political defense for his lies (conservatism is so cooked)
- threaten the bag (that CIA dossier's lookin' real thick there, buddy)
- threaten to cheat (there's always a simp somewhere!)
- threaten to go to the media (she can start a fight like nobody's (the network's) business)
- never ever disagree because you're scared to lose the funds (squabble up, bitch)
- strategically sabotage his new main by sending nudes (he gets millions to compare yours to)
haha what a bunch of drama haha thank god this has nothing to do with me right haha RIGHT
imagine thinking you're the "resistance" but you're backed by the surveillance state 🤣
from now on I'm not giving "psychic" pro tips to anyone.
I had a dream about the inner landscape then I woke up and I saw the manifestation of it and all the things I'd said were true be proven true.
in the dream, I've been invited in after a long period of being kept out of this terrain. this place is much different than the outer zone where things are only mildly strange.
it's quite frankly a bit of a nightmare the moment I step inside, though vast and with an initial promise of great adventure. he is my guide.
the vibe is grotesque and these familiar characters seem to all have done strange things. so has he, it's very clear, except the children are quite lovely. I am to meet them first and I do. the young ones are very sweet and animated, as if they have no idea the kind of world they've been born into.
the children are numerous and they are all mostly white, though there are a few others who are not. and the older ones show signs of serious delusion, having not grown up outside of this landscape where the real world exists.
I meet the first wife, who somehow resembles the last mother. on her hand, there is a tattoo which says, "Jewish Princess" and she is dressed like a nurse sitting in front of a bunch of computer screens.
he says something to her and then we continue on the tour. suddenly, I am left alone.
I go into a room where a young woman begins warning me of the family. I wish I could remember what she said, but she this sounded like something out of a David Lynch film. when I turn around, they are all huddled into a tight circle facing a camera.
outside of this circle is a young girl with dark hair sitting at a table alone, and I now recognize the woman who'd warned me about the family to be her mother. she looks like she has been neglected, and the family makes no effort to welcome me.
back here in the real world, the man's father has said that the blackmailer anti-christ calls him the "defacto President".
Houston, I do believe we have a problem.
loyalty and devotion is a beautiful thing, actually.
they told me last year before I went to Miami and I honestly forgot about it.
I don't think devs rely on their senses enough. allegedly, there is a new trend called vibe coding where devs just try new shit, unburdened by the notion of 'elegant' coding, and exchanging professional propriety for artistic vision.
you know what the people want? they want fun apps where everything is *not* in its right place and interfaces are like art canvases where you can design your own perfect experience.
actually, people probably *don't* want that but either 1) they don't know they want that, or 2) only I want that.